Shawn Mendes Imagines (Reader Insert)

Trick Or Treat (Dad!Shawn)

Summary: The first time you and Shawn take your kid out for trick-or-treating

Warnings: None

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Word Count: 2.4K | Fluff

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It was the first time your kid was really old enough to understand the concept of Halloween. After his preschool teacher held a Halloween party for the class where they all dressed up, traded candy, and played musical chairs to the Monster Mash...Your son became a Halloween enthusiast.

Your son, Aiden, bugged you and Shawn to go Trick-or-Treating––but Daddy! Charlie's going!––He threw a tantrum in his carseat when Shawn picked him up from school. And when they got home, after a tiny time out, Shawn and your son talked about Trick-or-Treating.

It wasn't that Shawn didn't want to take his son out...It was more that he enjoyed a night in with his family more. So far, every Halloween was spent sitting in the driveway, with a fire pit, with his little family as kids from the neighborhood came up for candy. He also liked when Aiden would sit on his lap and cuddle in close to him as they felt the warmth of the fire.

And Shawn knew that when his kid started Trick-or-Treating, it would speed up the process of him growing up even more.

But once everything was settled to go Trick-or-Treating, then came the dilemma of both of you wanting to go with your son since it would be his first time. Your parents were out of town, and it was Shawn's parents anniversary, so you couldn't ask them.

So, it only left Aaliyah.

You knew she probably had better plans than to sit at her brother's house and give out candy, but she was your last hope. Shawn begged and pleaded with his younger sister to give out candy, bribing her with whatever she wanted. And while it took a lot of convincing on Shawn's end, Aaliyah just wanted to see her brother grovel.

Even though they were both not teenagers anymore, they still acted like it.

You were buttoning up Aiden's yellow fireman jacket when you heard your husband whine from the doorway.

"Where's your costume?"

Still buttoning his little jacket, you looked up to see Shawn in his costume. You couldn't help but let out a small laugh. Standing with a pout in the doorway, Shawn was dressed in black pants, a white dress shirt under a black vest, a black cape––with a red underside––tied around his neck, as he gelled back his hair.

Shawn took out his fake fangs, "I thought we were both dressing up?"

You rolled your eyes at your husband, patting your sons shoulders when you were done buttoning up his shirt, placing the red firefighter hat on him, "I'm going as an exhausted mother to a three-year-old."

Shawn slumped his shoulders, "You are an exhausted mother to a three-year-old," he sighed, "That's not a costume."

You raised both of your eyebrows at him and Shawn held his hands up in defense of his smart talk.

"Mommy," Aiden tugged on your sweatshirt, "What is ex-asted?"

You glared at Shawn again before kneeling down to be face-face-with your son, "It means that I love you very much."